Song for Boston

After nearly 14 years in the Boston area, as I thought about moving away, I realized how much I love the city. I wrote this song on a flight to Columbus, wondering if it was one of the last times I would buy a round-trip ticket that left from Boston - Allison

It’s a cold spring day at Fenway Park,
But the lights are bright and warm.
Boston, you’re a hard place to leave.

The Citgo sign lights up the sky,
And crowds pour into Kenmore.
Boston, you’re a hard place to leave.

The Esplanade is in full bloom,
And music’s in the air.
Boston, you’re a hard place to leave.

The red line stops across the bridge,
But I don’t really care.
Boston, you’re a hard place to leave.

Fireworks over the Charles,
The ground shakes beneath my feet.
In fall, that tree in Harvard Yard
Turns as red as a parakeet.

The first few flakes of snow,
The city’s quiet and reborn.
Boston, you’re a hard place to leave.

Breathless for that first kiss,
Skating on the Frog Pond.
Boston, you’re a hard place to leave.

Fake ID at Pravda,
He was 30, I was 20.
That guy I danced with at Zanzibar,
I still remember what I was wearing.

The quiet days of summer,
Chaos of September 1st.
Boston, you’re a hard place to leave.

You gave me two diplomas,
And a few loves of my life.
You gave me a new beginning,
Then I became someone’s wife.
You showed me who I am,
Gave me the courage to be free.
Boston, you’re a hard place to leave.

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It's 90 degrees at 8am, T’s running late, finally only one car shows up, packed with people, “Move all the way back in the car”...
Boston, you’re a hard place to leave.

Massive snowstorm at rush hour, everyone forgets how to drive,
93 South looks like a parking lot, AT&T drops my call...
Boston, you’re a hard place to leave.

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I spoke at the State House, and I sang at Fenway Park.
In every corner of this city, I feel I’ve left my mark.
I’ll wear my Red Sox hat with pride even when I’m in New York.
Boston, you’re a hard place to leave.